there will be a winner and a loser.

it has pit comrades against each other and created deeper, more visible fault lines.

a battle is a battle, entailing pride and bloodshed.

for many, it has gone out of hand.

may it leave as swiftly as it came.

relishing in the freedom of obligations gone.

and the thing i really appreciated most was the freedom to dwell on my thoughts.

to fully immerse myself in my less-than-academic thoughts of life, of people.

no more guilt when i choose to pursue the fascinations that so capture my imagination.

appalling, such an unnecessarily blaring outcry.

revealing an utter lack of insight and awareness; an inability to fathom a world outside your own.

no argument over physical exposure, but your mental and psychological exposure is surely in a deficit.

maybe intolerance is not the right word to account for such reactions, more like being uncomfortable and unsettled.

to know that someone out there doesnt fit within the nice little categories you're so used to.

just because you cant imagine it, doesnt mean it doesnt exist or that its not possible.

no excuse, really.

for there are others who arent psychologically trained too but have the empathy and open-mindedness that you clearly know nothing about.

five more weeks is such a drag.

but the reward is worth the wait.